Will you walk the heather,
Feel the Northern weather,
Wind and sun together,
Hear the grouse-cock call?
Feel the Northern weather,
Wind and sun together,
Hear the grouse-cock call?
3
Maybe in the night-time
A shepherd boy will see
Dead men, and ghastly,
Kilted to the knee,
Fresh from new blood-shedding,
With airy footsteps treading,
Hill and field and steading,
Where they used to be.
Maybe in the night-time
A shepherd boy will see
Dead men, and ghastly,
Kilted to the knee,
Fresh from new blood-shedding,
With airy footsteps treading,
Hill and field and steading,
Where they used to be.
4
Nay, not so I see you,
Dead friends of mine;
But like a dying pibroch
From the battle-line
I hear your laughter ringing,
And the sweet songs you’re singing,
And the keen words winging
Across the smoke and wine.
Nay, not so I see you,
Dead friends of mine;
But like a dying pibroch
From the battle-line
I hear your laughter ringing,
And the sweet songs you’re singing,
And the keen words winging
Across the smoke and wine.
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